My friends and I got our first taste of freedom riding our
mopeds down a curvy and empty highway. One of the boys started zigzagging and
popping wheelies. I was surprised he was so adventurous. He pulled over to the
side of the road, tossed aside his moped, and scrambled to rip the helmet off
of his head. He shrieked and shook his head. A wasp had flown into his helmet
and when he tried to fish it out with his finger, it stung his finger, and then
stung his temple.
“Is my brain going to be OK?!” he screamed.
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